Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Organ,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
UT,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.